Roller Coaster Poem by James McLain
Roller Coaster
I think to myself how I cried
the night
my mother died
how my father sighed.
Up she cried
get it up
open the door come inside.
Cheeky and young
moulin rouge her red face
shining with joy
as he said.
Come today, come today
having fun on the ride
tears she did shed
as he cried.
Come speed it up, slow it down
in and out and around
wilder times can't be had
don't look down.
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